Hidden Moth-Chapter 445 - 253: The Sect Pursues Jianji

He Kao finally regained some face. Instead of walking with Zhang Jingu, he let Zhang Jingu follow him.

Zhang Jingu dared to get in his car, either because he truly had no malice, or because he deliberately appeared calm, or because he was confident that He Kao couldn’t do anything to him.

He Kao wasn’t worried anyway; Elder Li had already sent a divine thought, so he must be watching.

The so-called good food wasn’t anything like exotic delicacies, not even as good as some of the dishes He Kao cooked at home sometimes; it was just a bit pricey, from a restaurant of decent quality.

He Kao had eaten here more than once and remembered that the first time he came was when Qian Guran arranged a meeting with Lin Qingshuang. The restaurant specialized in wagyu barbecue, labeled as Binhai black beef, claiming to be purely from the Eastern Country, absolutely free from nuclear pollution.

Binhai black beef was delicious, having been exported to the Sang Island Country decades ago and sold there as Divine Mouth Beef. Now it has officially established its brand to meet domestic market needs.

The two of them got a small private room, and since it was He Kao’s treat, Zhang Jingu let He Kao order the dishes.

There was a signature dish here, snowflake beef, sold by the gram, at one and a half yuan per gram, sliced on-site in front of the guests. Recently, the restaurant had a promotion where after slicing, guests could guess the weight for a chance to win it for free if they guessed correctly.

He Kao ordered this dish, and after the staff sliced it, he squinted his eyes and said, "Five hundred thirty-six grams."

The staff weighed it, and sure enough, not a single gram off! After the server left, Zhang Jingu spoke through spiritual sense sound gathering: "I heard you are the secret disciple of the Earth Master. Could the rumors be wrong and you actually cultivate the Micro-Entry Skill?"

Considering He Kao’s skill just now, if it wasn’t a lucky guess, among low-tier sorcerers, only a Tier Three Appraiser from the Micro Realm Sect could be that confident.

Guessing weight can’t involve touching; it must be seen with the eyes, and sorcerers might secretly use object control skills to cheat, but without showing any flaw, at least not let it be seen that the meat moved on the board.

Even a high-tier sorcerer, if not specially trained beforehand, would find it difficult to spontaneously give such an accurate weight down to the gram.

He Kao noncommittally replied, "The matter of being a secret disciple is just idle speculation spread privately by some people; who asks about such things directly? As for how I guessed it just now, every sect’s technique has its principles in common, I have merely dabbled here and there."

Zhang Jingu said, "I was being presumptuous, and indeed shouldn’t have inquired about such matters...but you must have practiced specifically, right?"

He Kao laughed, "This promotion has been around for some time; I came twice before and guessed wrong both times, so I went back and practiced specifically, and today I finally guessed correctly.

This isn’t about using cultivation to take advantage for such a small perk, just to verify what I’ve gained from cultivation."

He Kao was already a Tier Four Sorcerer, but he had never openly shown his Tier Four cultivation level. Based on his previous displays, he could at most be a Tier Three Traveler from the Heart Plate Sect, aligning with the "Elder Gu’s secret disciple" speculation.

And He Kao was indeed a Tier Three Traveler; he primarily co-cultivated the Heart Plate Skill, and due to relationships with Lin Qingshuang, Huang Xiaopang, Lan Jiwan, and Ye Liangcheng, he also dabbled in the Observing Body Skill and Micro-Entry Skill.

Counting the Insect Concealment Skill, he had dabbled in four out of the eight techniques, managing three alongside, and didn’t have the capacity to cultivate more for the time being.

Today was a fortunate day; if it had been a week ago, even if he could guess very close, he might not have gotten it right to the exact gram.

Recently, he’s been practicing willpower and trying to refine a sword, so he could subtly stop an object without revealing it and could measure the weight.

He wasn’t just speaking to Zhang Jingu, but also to Li Xiuyuan sitting outside. Elder Li boldly followed along without taking a private room and instead sat at an open table outside.

He also ordered the same dish, and just now as they talked, He Kao heard him guessing the weight — and he got it wrong! Elder Li was only off by two grams, but it still wasn’t right.

There’s no reason why He Kao could guess it correctly, and Elder Li couldn’t. This indicated that Li Xiuyuan hadn’t used any divine techniques; he just eyeballed it and said an approximate number.

He Kao didn’t let the server help grill the meat. The two closed the door to talk, and Zhang Jingu couldn’t wait to introduce himself.

He was from Lujiang City in Ganpo Province and encountered an unusual person early on, who taught him the Spirit Awakening Skill.

His master’s name was Zhou Zhidan, a very common name of that era. Zhou Zhidan’s son was a colleague of Zhang Jingu’s father; the two were neighbors in the same residential area. Seeing his good aptitude, the master casually left him with a heritage.

Later, his master moved to another place due to his son’s work transfer; that was twenty-four years ago, and they never met again. Fortunately, the legacy of the Spirit Awakening Skill he received was complete.

After graduating from college, Zhang Jingu specifically sought out his master but heard that he had passed away. Besides teaching him the technique, the master taught him nothing else, and Zhang Jingu hadn’t entered the door of cultivation when the master departed.

This experience was quite similar to that of Chang’an Residence.

Zhang Jingu was already thirty-nine years old this year, and in his early cultivation years, he hadn’t interacted with other sorcerers, or even knew about the existence of the Magic Sect...

Perhaps the master hadn’t had a chance to tell him back then; many things the master would only explain after the disciple had entered the door of cultivation, or maybe the master himself wasn’t clear.